The trip was boring, but thankfully uneventful – apparently six armed men did a pretty good job at discouraging any would-be bandits. Still, after weeks on the road they all could use a short break. Thus it was fortunate that the first of the holdings they needed to inspect was a small nearby castle by the name of Tarsovie. After talking with her brother for a bit the siblings led the group toward it. Ophelia was looking forward to sleeping in a proper bed and hearing some reliable news about the situation in the region.
'Sure,' Angelo said and went to lace up her leg armour and breast plate. He chuckled as he fastened Marguerite's armour, 'Now I feel like a squire again. I don't think too many knights bed their squires at night, though.'
“I felt it would be rude to keep our host waiting for long before properly being introduced.” Larisa had to be cautious when she spoke. While she hadn’t actually done anything yet, she felt inclined to agree with her father just from looking. Her aunt had a certain elegance and wasn’t unattractive...but just something about her look too reeked of not being the kind of person to expect any favours from if if didn’t also suit her. The near comment about her bastard status, she was willing to let go. It was bound to come up. That was just a fact. It didn’t offend Larisa for the reason people thought. But something about her tone and implication was rage inducing. While she’d tolerate hearing it, when people assumed it meant her father was some lush philandering noble because of that indiscretion..she didn’t take it well. His own sister seemed to believe that about him too. If anything, Ilya and Olga’s mother was some girl he had gotten together with just for being cute and happened to have some minor noble ties. As he had told her before, Larisa’s mother was the other woman, but someone he actually felt emotionally and mentally connected too rather than just tied together for the sake of politics. The idea of being dismissed like her mother was some cheap strumpet was something that made Larisa livid, though she just said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
Mszczuj sigh. "Accident at work, but fine as you comand sir." He turn around to Morwenna, as he stay with them. "Please accept my apologise, It wasn't my intention to hurt your person." He said and take his goakskin from saddle. "Maybe you want some wine?"
The castle stands atop a hill, above a small village. A bearded halberdier stands at the gate, looking a little bored until he starts ogling Ophelia. "What's your business at Tarsovie?"
She gives a small giggle. "I wouldn't be too sure about that. Only difference is that you and I aren't the same gender." She stretches a bit, before pulling on her robes. "Thanks for the help." She kisses him.
"Good. Then I guess we're all headed the same way then." Rhaelicca climbs back onto her horse behind the priest and prepares to ride along with the group.
'What we did together was sinful enough, two men or two women laying with each other... that would be... sacrilege,' Angelo shook his head and returned the kiss, 'You're very welcome. I suspect I'll get quite good at doing that in the coming weeks.' He put on his own robes, somehow they feel coarser than before after knowing the feeling of Marguerite's skin.
Ophelia pretended not to notice the man's ogling - for now. “We would like to see the lady of the castle. We are Benacio Lindhoff-Ortella and Ophelia Lindhoff-Ortella. Our father recently inherited these lands from the previous lord of Wilno and sent us to check them out. Since the lady is sworn to the lord of Wilno we would like to meet her.” She quickly explained the reason for their visit.
"Yes, I think you will." She steps out of the room, heading downstairs to the ground floor. "-nd if you should perish in the attempt, know that your death will lead you straight into the arms of our lord. Amen." The bishop is giving a final speech to the assembling host. The pair Angelo met yesterday nod and smile at him, offering him a space in the march with them, as Marguerite mounts her horse, the carriage filled with supplies and used as a cart, only to be occupied with passengers again later, when the supplies it carries are used up.
Allune gulped, nodding as she leads Matthias to her room in a hurry. Once there, she shuts the door behind them. Moving to her bed, she sits down. Her fingers shivering as she removes her gambeson.
Angelo returned their nods and joined them in the march, 'Good morning, you two. This will be a long journey, let's hope it will be peaceful.'
The lady smiles. "Oh, I do hope you haven't taken offense. I meant none." Her tone is conciliatory enough that Larisa almost believes it, though she has an air of condescension that sabotages her excuse for an apology. She approaches and takes Larisa's hand. "I do so hope that you and I can be close to one another." Her eyes droop for a moment, looking at Larisa's chest and figure, before coming back up. "Bastard or not, you are my brother's eldest, and he is ever so dear to me." Again, the natural sense of superiority hurts the sincerity of her words. There's a knock on the door, and the lady's face grows venomous. "What?" The castellan on the other side of the door says "Madam, the children of the new lord of Wilno are here, presumably to make an inspection." "Very well. Bring them in and inform them that I'll be right there to meet them." She looks at Larisa, face a mask of sweetness. "Would you come with me, my dear? I do want to make a good impression, and having a beautiful girl with me does certainly help with that."
After a moment, the portcullis opens, and an elderly bearded man approaches, speaking in perfect German. "My mistress welcomes you, my lord and lady. If you'll follow me into the castle, my lady will be with you in just a moment." He turns to lead them into the small but well maintained fortification.
Matthias places his hands on hers. "I've wanted this for a long time." He kisses her again, harder, more passionately.
"Morning!" The young female priest says cheerily. The monk nods. "I'm not particularly skilled at violence, so I hope we have a quiet trip, too."
"Mmh." Allune moaned as he kissed her again, just as she finally manages to take off her gambeson. Revealing her milky large breasts, topped with pink teats.
“Thank you, good sir.” Ophelia smiled warmly at the man and the group followed him inside the castle.
Angelo smiled at Volenca, before turning to Robert, 'Neither am I, brother Robert, maybe we'll have to find some person to teach us the basics before we come to more dangerous lands.' The monk made conversation with the two, as they marched.
Larisa has to assent, kind of grateful for the sudden approach of people. Things were still tense and she didn’t quite know how to react. She hadn’t did anything to actually make Larisa dislike her a lot yet. If anything, if slightly rude was the most worry about, this wasn’t going o be that bad. Following along, Larisa takes a moment to properly look over the blondes figure as she gets up, most just making mental comparisons between them. “Ah, certainly.”
